Wayfare

Chapter 4

???'s POV

There are two things happening to me right now. The first one is how my back is aching, and the second one is the fact that I just bumped into someone.

I took a glance at the bucket I was carrying, only for the news that the fishes inside it were either scattered on the floor, or had escaped and jumped back into it's original habitat. Well great, now that's three things happening.

What a bloody fantastic day! and those were large catches too, I could've earned more money than usual with those produce! I looked at the man who bumped me and shouted at him furious

"You stupid git! What did you do?!" And in the daze of my anger I threw a fish at him in retaliation.

I stood up and crossed my arms, who was this guy seriously?! Having the nerve to bump into me and making all my fish escape.

"Ow- What was that for?!" He asked, confusion and annoyance in his voice. "Well, that's payback for making all my fish escape, all of it where large too!" He blinked in shock, then procceeded to yell back the following words with an accusing pointed finger. 

"That's not a good reason to throw a fish on me, you're crazy!!" Well, he had a point. But there's no way in hell I would admit that! My eyes rolled at him, "You'll live." I replied, putting hands on my hips, then I looked at the scattered fish that were countable, some of them were back at the ocean.

"Now what will I do with those fish.." I muttered, he looked at me and replied. "You may have thrown a fish at me-" "You deserved it." "-but since I'm in a good mood I'll let it slip for now, okay?" He then looked at the single fish. Yes, one single fish. The last fish flopping on the wooden dock.

"How much is it? I'll pay for it, I was distracted after all so I didn't see you, I apologize for that." He asked me. I stared at him for a few seconds then redirected my gaze, "No, it's fine. I'll just fish for better ones again." I replied.

But the man just picked up the bucket and said, "In that case, then I'll help you. C'mon, where do you do the fishing? Let's go there!". I snorted, "You don't even have a fishing rod, how will you even fish? I say let's go to my friend Vladimir first. He sells and rents fishing rods, and despite all those debris on your clothes, they look quite elegant so I'm guessing you're an aristocrat? You can buy one yourself." I remarked with a smirk as he pouted and dusted his clothes, allowing myself to lead the way.

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Why was everyone staring at us? I didn't know and I couldn't care less as I was busy talking to this bloody moron beside me.

"Oh yeah, I didn't get your name! My name's Alfred, what's yours?" He introduced himself to me during the walk, "Arthur, Arthur Kirkland." I answered.

He beamed at me and we started talking about a variety, such as our favorite color, what type of cuisine we preferred, and other stuff. Honestly, we just conversed about useless things about ourselves like a pair of children first time meeting eachother in a daycare.

I still didn't know why people were staring at us, specifically me. What, is it because I'm with someone with a high status? We finally managed to reach my friend's store after a minutes journey.

As we went inside, I waved to Vlad, who looked at me with such a shocking expression I have never seen on him.

"What? Is there something wrong with me?" I asked as I walked up to him and he stayed in his position like a statue.

Seriously, what's wrong with me today?! Is it that shocking that I have some rich bloke beside me?

"Vlad, as interesting your fang is, please have some manners and close your bloody mouth."I deadpanned and he finally moved and wiped the saliva that was slowly dripping from his chin, thank goodness!